Inside my head there is a story
with plots and angles,
arcs and curveballs,
twists and turns,
reality and make believe,
mystery, assumptions and clever word play.
Inside my head there is a dream,
where clarity resounds
and bleeds into
fuzz and fur,
the abstract becomes meaningful,
reality becomes the nightmare, contained.
Inside my heart there is a man,
who is part story,
part dream and daydream,
I see but dismiss it
I hear then forget,
When I feel, only then do I fully understand..